I've always been an adventurer and risk taker, but thought I needed a career to help define me. Only after I fell in love with a man that hauled me off to the Australian Outback for 6 years and talked me into adopting a Russian kiddo, did I realize what's really important in life.
Like so many of my escapades, it all started quite innocently.
I went to collect the mail and noticed that the bougainvillea was again impeding access to the mail box. Out of
the respect for the postie (mailman for you yanks), I decided to grab the shears
and give it a bit of a trim.
After only a few snips, I realized that the bougainvillea had reached up its gnarly tentacles and was attempting to take over a nearby tree so I went back to the shed for the loppers and it spiralled out of control from there.
I gave the bougainvillea covered front fence a good haircut
then turned my attention to the evil duo that guarded my front entry. I really don’t mind the front fence being booby
trapped by blood thirsty vines. I have peace
of mind knowing that none of the local hoodlums aren't ambitious enough to take on
the vines in order to gain access and the little hoodlum that lives in my house
can’t even see out through the stuff even if he did know how to scale a fence.
The ugly wall that had been covered by the blood thirsty bougainvillea.
In addition to the front fence being covered by
bougainvillea, there are two guarding the very ugly wall near my front
door. When we moved into the house in
November of 2010, the shrub of Satan had reached above the house and attached
itself to the AC unit and electrical lead coming to the house. It was drastically cut back at that point and
gets a tidy up about every other month just to provide safe access to the front
door and my nearby roses.
The second time it drew blood sent me back to the shed
for a bow saw and the fight was on!
will admit to enjoying the vivid and long lasting blooms of the bougainvillea,
but I’ll lay money that the devil himself having dreamed up this horticultural
nightmare. The thorns are needle sharp
and nearly a half inch long. Trimming it only seems to encourage new growth and
it has the ability to send up new shoots of over a foot in a matter of a couple
By the time it was over I was bleeding in five places, but
the Beelzebub bush had been cut to the ground.
I know it will be back, I’m guessing that I have at least of few months
of respite before I get clawed in the backside while watering my roses.